Walker

I had my grandson unearth the walker my father used.  I have used it before.  It is not as handy or easily stored as other walkers, but it has a seat.  Today I used it quite a bit.  Then, this evening I went out my back door and had a minor stumble, but it didn't do any favors to the injury in my groin.  I used a sturdy plastic measuring stick and level about four feet long to hobble to my workroom to fetch some spray paint for a project I have underway, making a set of nesting dolls of his family.  I purchased plain wooden blanks and will paint them.  The paint I thought was black is red rust colored, which could have been worse.  I painted the bottoms of the dolls and hobbled back in the house, then used my dining chairs to get closer to my walker.  My sister wanted to donate the walker when we were deciding what to do with the remains of my parent's estate, but I new it would probably come in handy.  This is the third time I've used it.  I'm grateful I kept the walker.